The Distant Ghost
The bell did not ring so much as it screamed, a jagged iron shriek that tore through the thin, frost-bitten air of the abbey courtyard and shattered the silence of the winter morning. It was not the call to Matins, nor the tolling for a death, but a summons of such violent, rhythmic insistence that it felt less like a sound and more like a physical blow to the chest. Brother Thomas stood in the...
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